Sunday, May 15, 2011

Storm Clouds

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I’ve been watching these big black clouds
roll in and roll by.

“Storms coming,” they say.

The common gray treefrogs concur,
trilling their liquid welcome
to the opulent gods of thunder and lightening.

A tall pine might singe and smolder,
but in the largest puddle there will be amplexus
and whatever ecstasy frogs know.

Ancient ceremonies linger all around us
keeping the Earth turning on her axis.

The choreography takes you
into consideration.

Why don’t you dance?


Yesterday the cold spring rains pouring
off the front lip
of Thor’s double-headed hammer
caught me on the crest
of Lydia Mountain.

We walked miles together,
each asking questions of the other:

“Can I trust your touch against my skin?”

"Yes," I replied.

© 2011-2017/Jamie K. Reaser
Published in Sacred Reciprocity: Courting the Beloved 
in Everyday Life;

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  1. Beautiful poetry! Makes me want to go for a walk in the rain.

  2. Thank you Desert Dreamer -- Wishing you many a rain walk. ;)

  3. Lovely meditation on rain and nature, Jamie.. :) thank you for sharing it! : )

    1. Thank you for your kind words, Scott. Your support is greatly appreciated. _/\_